Became
Give me hope give me joy
Give me peace give me laughter
Or all of the above
No he said.
I shall give you destruction and tears
I shall give you conflict and pain
Enough I said.
Now that I see the hurt is slipping away
And what he gave me was all of these things.
The good the bad the beautiful the ugly
And here we stand holding hands
Looking at each other from where we began
What should we take and what should we leave?
We look into our eyes and in choir we say;
Let’s take it all because that’s how we became…
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